the focus

Three Piles Of Rubbish,
To Three Black Crows
One, A Treasure
Worth Fighting For.
That One Pile
Their Only Focus,
They Peck
They Claw
Spreading Their Wings,
They Look Like Giants
The Battle Of One
Against The Others
Rages On
Moving Further Away
From The Treasure
Winning, Now
The Only Focus!
waiting patiently
in the distance
a flock of dove,
swoop in
sharing all
until the last one
has its fill,
full with their treasure,
together
they fly
never losing
the focus